InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Before He Bites ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Irishneko 
The first day of senior year never goes right for either one of them.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.24.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Work In Progress
The first day of senior year never goes right for either one of them.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.24.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclamier: I do not own InuYasha
Hope everyone enjoys this story, I worked late one night and decided to work on it.
Summary: InuYasha is the hottest thing in Tokyo High School. Kagome is the nerd with the feiry temper who has all the answers. Can these long-time enemies learn to love?
Before He Bites
Chapter 1:
The only sound in the room was the panting of two forms. The moans as they took pleasure from one another. The sound of skin slapping against skin as the man thrust harder and harder into his female counterpart. The bed creaked beneath them, echoing in the large bedroom.
The paint on the walls was blood red, layered with posters of hard punk rock singers. The black lights were off for a time, leaving the bedroom dark. The oak door was firmly closed, but not locked. The moon shined from the window above the large bed, left without drapes. The dresser to the right of the door was scarred from the moody male that lived in the room.
Hassina lifted her hips off of the satin sheeted bed, causing both to moan in unison. She dug her claws into his back, rubbed herself closer to his chest. She growled low in her throat, causing the hanyou on top of her to growl in return.
“Please, InuYasha, Please,” she begged for her release, knowing that it would be one of the most pleasurable things she would ever experience. The man in turn smirked down at the helpless female below him, taking in her onyx eyes and damp chestnut hair.
He had chosen her because she was available that evening and he wanted a quick fuck. If Izanagi had been home he would have gone to her. That night InuYasha had a taste for a full chested, weak minded female.
His body gleamed on top of hers, his muscles were rock hard under smooth skin. He felt her tighten her inner muscles around him but did not let her reach her climax.
“Pl-ease,” her breath was shaky and her body exhausted. He shoved a pillow beneath her hips, and viciously rammed into her body, causing her to throw her head back. He felt her form give out as she finally reached her waiting climax and she sighed. He let his head fall back for just a moment before he felt his own going through him.
Hassina rolled to her side when he was finished and watched him dress. His body was perfection for any female to see, and she enjoyed the view tremendously. He pulled on his blood red boxers, followed by his pants. The rasp of the zipper was an angel to his ears.
She looked at him from head to toe, from his feet to his fuzzy eared tipped head. She wished she could run her fingers through his waist-length silver hair, to feel its softness.
She hated that she got pleasure from a half-breed. She hated that she wanted to feel the ears that made him stand out, but she wanted. He wouldn’t let her touch him intimately, what they had was just beneficial, not romantic.
“Neko,” was all he said before he pulled his shirt over his head. That was her nickname, ever since he first met her, he called her just ‘Neko,’ for that was what she was.
Both parties were disturbed when the door to the darkened room opened, the light from the hall creating a halo around the imposters head. He flicked the lights on, causing Hassina to let out a loud screech, InuYasha’s ears flopped down on his head.
“Dammit Miroku, how the hell did you find me,” the girl moved from the bed when he pointed towards the door. He directed his attention towards her. “You know the way out don’t you bitch?” The girl nodded, grabbed her clothes and left.
The man in front of him smirked, shrugged his shoulders when those golden eyes pierced into him. “Man you really had her going. I could hear her screams all the way in the west wing!” His enthusiastic voice made the hanyou growl.
“So that means if I heard it your father heard it. You know that right, Yash?” InuYasha gave him a tense nod, rotating his ears to see if his father was coming.
Miroku gave a short bark of laughter, his black hair falling out of its loosely tired band. He reached his hands back and retied it. Unlike InuYasha, Miroku had a body that was slick and slim, muscles that ran smoothly into one another. His body was like that of an Olympic runner. InuYasha’s was broader, more consistent with a quarter back than a long distant runner.
“You better be getting ready Yash,” Miroku watched the fading moon in he window while InuYasha roamed in his closet. Pulling out jeans that were ripped at the knee and a shirt that had seen better days.
“Hey Monk,” InuYasha turned towards him. “Leave before I think you’re gay.”
“I cant wait to see you beautiful body Yash! Please show it to me,” the monk’s voice was pitched high as he playfully batted his eye lashes at him.
“Just get the hell out!”
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InuYasha enjoyed showing off his wealth to the other students at his high school. Females fawned over it, males envied it. The Porsche he decided to drive was metallic silver, slick and stylish. He always made an impression on the first day of school.
The teachers and the principle usually ignored his antics, trying their best not to get in trouble with one of the most prestigious men in Japan, his father. Taisho Takahashi was a man that built his business from the ground up. Taka Corporation owned half of Tokyo, while merging with the business that owned the other half.
He lifted his sun glasses off of his nose, and eyed a few new freshmen. His lips lifted for a moment, he was finally a senior, and he ruled the school. He didn’t no who everyone was, but everyone knew who he was. He was InuYasha Takahashi.
The freshmen eyed him back, a pink blush crossing their noses. They fluttered their eyes before turning towards the door, he watched them till they disappeared. He had appreciated the way their skirts hugged their back sides, emphasizing how supple they were.
He got out, carried his back pack over one shoulder and made his way into school. The bell rung for first class, students raced by him, but none dared to run into him. The halls were clear, only a few students lingered. He got a punch in the arm from his cousin, Sango Kimura, and he smiled in return.
He turned his head to listen to her say good-bye, not seeing the small figure in front of him. He fall back against the floor, banging his head, seeing stars. The figure that ran into him landed on his chest, and he could tell from experience it was female.
He rapped his arms around her waist and rolled them over, so she was beneath him. The girl was not even beautiful, he snorted at that. The eyes behind the thick-framed glasses were closed, and he pale skin was tinted pink. Her hands had gripped her baggy sweatshirt in fear, her long skirt was tangled between them.
The first thing that came to his mind was NERD, in big bold capital letters. Her black hair was pulled strictly back from a long, narrow face. A fringe of banks tried to cover a large forehead. He lifted his large body off of hers and swung to his feet.
But he knew who she was the minute he looked at her. She was The Wench, that’s what he called her anyways. He hated her since freshmen year, couldn’t stand to be around her. She called him an ‘egotistical, self-centered playboy,’ the first day of school. He knew her name was Kagome, or as she said it Ka-Go-Me. He subconsciously smirked at himself.
He picked his back-pack up and directed his attention towards the girl on the ground. “Next time Wench watch where you’re going, you know better than to show your face around me.
He walked away, eating up the ground with his long stride; leaving the girl on the ground to pick up her books.
She lifted her eyes towards him as he rounded the corner to the classroom and silently thought, ‘my names not Wench asshole, its Kagome Higurashi, get it right.’
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A/N-
Hope you all enjoyed my first installment to this story. Review if you enjoyed, review if you didn’t enjoy, don’t matter to me. Thanks much for reading.
Izanagi- female who invites
Neko- cat
-Irish
Hope everyone enjoys this story, I worked late one night and decided to work on it.
Summary: InuYasha is the hottest thing in Tokyo High School. Kagome is the nerd with the feiry temper who has all the answers. Can these long-time enemies learn to love?
Before He Bites
Chapter 1:
The only sound in the room was the panting of two forms. The moans as they took pleasure from one another. The sound of skin slapping against skin as the man thrust harder and harder into his female counterpart. The bed creaked beneath them, echoing in the large bedroom.
The paint on the walls was blood red, layered with posters of hard punk rock singers. The black lights were off for a time, leaving the bedroom dark. The oak door was firmly closed, but not locked. The moon shined from the window above the large bed, left without drapes. The dresser to the right of the door was scarred from the moody male that lived in the room.
Hassina lifted her hips off of the satin sheeted bed, causing both to moan in unison. She dug her claws into his back, rubbed herself closer to his chest. She growled low in her throat, causing the hanyou on top of her to growl in return.
“Please, InuYasha, Please,” she begged for her release, knowing that it would be one of the most pleasurable things she would ever experience. The man in turn smirked down at the helpless female below him, taking in her onyx eyes and damp chestnut hair.
He had chosen her because she was available that evening and he wanted a quick fuck. If Izanagi had been home he would have gone to her. That night InuYasha had a taste for a full chested, weak minded female.
His body gleamed on top of hers, his muscles were rock hard under smooth skin. He felt her tighten her inner muscles around him but did not let her reach her climax.
“Pl-ease,” her breath was shaky and her body exhausted. He shoved a pillow beneath her hips, and viciously rammed into her body, causing her to throw her head back. He felt her form give out as she finally reached her waiting climax and she sighed. He let his head fall back for just a moment before he felt his own going through him.
Hassina rolled to her side when he was finished and watched him dress. His body was perfection for any female to see, and she enjoyed the view tremendously. He pulled on his blood red boxers, followed by his pants. The rasp of the zipper was an angel to his ears.
She looked at him from head to toe, from his feet to his fuzzy eared tipped head. She wished she could run her fingers through his waist-length silver hair, to feel its softness.
She hated that she got pleasure from a half-breed. She hated that she wanted to feel the ears that made him stand out, but she wanted. He wouldn’t let her touch him intimately, what they had was just beneficial, not romantic.
“Neko,” was all he said before he pulled his shirt over his head. That was her nickname, ever since he first met her, he called her just ‘Neko,’ for that was what she was.
Both parties were disturbed when the door to the darkened room opened, the light from the hall creating a halo around the imposters head. He flicked the lights on, causing Hassina to let out a loud screech, InuYasha’s ears flopped down on his head.
“Dammit Miroku, how the hell did you find me,” the girl moved from the bed when he pointed towards the door. He directed his attention towards her. “You know the way out don’t you bitch?” The girl nodded, grabbed her clothes and left.
The man in front of him smirked, shrugged his shoulders when those golden eyes pierced into him. “Man you really had her going. I could hear her screams all the way in the west wing!” His enthusiastic voice made the hanyou growl.
“So that means if I heard it your father heard it. You know that right, Yash?” InuYasha gave him a tense nod, rotating his ears to see if his father was coming.
Miroku gave a short bark of laughter, his black hair falling out of its loosely tired band. He reached his hands back and retied it. Unlike InuYasha, Miroku had a body that was slick and slim, muscles that ran smoothly into one another. His body was like that of an Olympic runner. InuYasha’s was broader, more consistent with a quarter back than a long distant runner.
“You better be getting ready Yash,” Miroku watched the fading moon in he window while InuYasha roamed in his closet. Pulling out jeans that were ripped at the knee and a shirt that had seen better days.
“Hey Monk,” InuYasha turned towards him. “Leave before I think you’re gay.”
“I cant wait to see you beautiful body Yash! Please show it to me,” the monk’s voice was pitched high as he playfully batted his eye lashes at him.
“Just get the hell out!”
___________________________________________________________ _____________
InuYasha enjoyed showing off his wealth to the other students at his high school. Females fawned over it, males envied it. The Porsche he decided to drive was metallic silver, slick and stylish. He always made an impression on the first day of school.
The teachers and the principle usually ignored his antics, trying their best not to get in trouble with one of the most prestigious men in Japan, his father. Taisho Takahashi was a man that built his business from the ground up. Taka Corporation owned half of Tokyo, while merging with the business that owned the other half.
He lifted his sun glasses off of his nose, and eyed a few new freshmen. His lips lifted for a moment, he was finally a senior, and he ruled the school. He didn’t no who everyone was, but everyone knew who he was. He was InuYasha Takahashi.
The freshmen eyed him back, a pink blush crossing their noses. They fluttered their eyes before turning towards the door, he watched them till they disappeared. He had appreciated the way their skirts hugged their back sides, emphasizing how supple they were.
He got out, carried his back pack over one shoulder and made his way into school. The bell rung for first class, students raced by him, but none dared to run into him. The halls were clear, only a few students lingered. He got a punch in the arm from his cousin, Sango Kimura, and he smiled in return.
He turned his head to listen to her say good-bye, not seeing the small figure in front of him. He fall back against the floor, banging his head, seeing stars. The figure that ran into him landed on his chest, and he could tell from experience it was female.
He rapped his arms around her waist and rolled them over, so she was beneath him. The girl was not even beautiful, he snorted at that. The eyes behind the thick-framed glasses were closed, and he pale skin was tinted pink. Her hands had gripped her baggy sweatshirt in fear, her long skirt was tangled between them.
The first thing that came to his mind was NERD, in big bold capital letters. Her black hair was pulled strictly back from a long, narrow face. A fringe of banks tried to cover a large forehead. He lifted his large body off of hers and swung to his feet.
But he knew who she was the minute he looked at her. She was The Wench, that’s what he called her anyways. He hated her since freshmen year, couldn’t stand to be around her. She called him an ‘egotistical, self-centered playboy,’ the first day of school. He knew her name was Kagome, or as she said it Ka-Go-Me. He subconsciously smirked at himself.
He picked his back-pack up and directed his attention towards the girl on the ground. “Next time Wench watch where you’re going, you know better than to show your face around me.
He walked away, eating up the ground with his long stride; leaving the girl on the ground to pick up her books.
She lifted her eyes towards him as he rounded the corner to the classroom and silently thought, ‘my names not Wench asshole, its Kagome Higurashi, get it right.’
____________________________________________________ ____________________
A/N-
Hope you all enjoyed my first installment to this story. Review if you enjoyed, review if you didn’t enjoy, don’t matter to me. Thanks much for reading.
Izanagi- female who invites
Neko- cat
-Irish